#12345abc thought about the moon beneath the ocean waves, but the sea was always thirsty, pulling her dreams like tides do fishes.
Once, while chasing clouds that looked like elephants, #12345abc stumbled upon a door—done in rust and pearl—that led into nowhere and everywhere.
Occasionally, the stars flicker in Morse code, revealing secrets of the universe that only the shadows understand. Do they speak? Or merely scribble lines in the void?
Is the clock ticking? Or is it a heartbeat echoing through hollow corridors of forgotten childhood?
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